Realm of Power

"Do you see the front? That is Dragonstone Castle. We have 500,000 people, and there are only 70,000 or 80,000 people on the opposite side. Everyone, go forward, take down Dragonstone Castle, and fight back to the Imperial Capital!"

The captains of the Long Family Army cheered loudly in the crowd. As the slogans were shouted, the refugees from the northwest who were still looking hesitant suddenly became fanatical. Countless weapons were raised high, and the deafening shouts caused ripples. , like a sea churning

Zhao Qian, who was crowded in the crowd, also held the long sharpened wooden stick in his hand tightly, using hysterical strength to suppress the fear in his heart. His tattered clothes had long turned into a mess of strips of cloth, and he was skinny. On the cheeks, the two cheekbones stand up high, just like It's like human skin draped on a skeleton, with thin hands and feet, as skinny as wood, as if it could be blown down by a gust of wind. He is almost like the refugees in the northwest now. They are struggling in pain under the rule of the prairie people, without enough food to survive. The environment is even worse

More than one million refugees from the northwest entered Yanzhou with the Long family army. The number of people seems staggering, but there are more than one million people in the entire northwest. Although they have encountered the cruel rule of the prairie people, there are still more than three million people in the northwest. Only a few million people entered Yanzhou, and the rest either died in local villages in the northwest or More than two million people fell on the road following us. This number alone is enough to frighten people. We are lucky that these people did not fall on the road. There are still a few who can look like humans. They are so hungry that they are naked. There are many shapes everywhere, only their eyes, sunken in the sockets, can still make people feel a human breath.

Most of these refugees in the northwest are just like Zhao Qian. They are just ordinary farmers in a village in the northwest. In the past few years, they have been farming. Although the court's exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes are overwhelming, they can still survive at least. In the next two years, Only then did I realize that there is a kind of life that is more uncomfortable than death.

When the prairie people came, everything changed.

Zhao Qian didn't know that it was not just the northwest. Faced with the influx of millions of grassland people after the loss of Yanzhou, the court directly ordered the abandonment of the north of the river, hoping to use the land and population to temporarily hold back The Yelu family's ambition to go south, the emperor ran away, the ministers ran away, the army withdrew, and only the common people were left to bear it silently, secretly cursing the incompetence of the court and the inability of the army to fight, let the common people do it The army that has endured this crime and spent so much money to raise it can't even stop the prairie people. Even if we really can't win, we can at least send a message to everyone so that everyone can escape. No, one None of them. The people from the government ran the fastest, followed by the local garrison and militia, shouting to defend the country and vowing to live and die with the northwest. When the prairie people entered the northwest in large numbers, not even a single figure was seen. ,

Fiery red flames swept across the sky, no one could escape, their homes were burned, and countless Central Asians were captured by the grassland nobles and made into slaves. They were treated as property that could talk and walk. In order to prevent these long-legged belongings from running away The grassland people naturally use the most cruel methods to manage. If one person resists, they will kill a hundred people. If there is resistance, they will kill a hundred people. ??Just kill all the Central Asians within ten miles, and countless people died at the hands of the grassland people. Every day, I watched people die, and I watched the ferocious grassland people invade their homes and capture women like animals. Take the head away from home. The slightest resistance was followed by a massacre. When the bloody heads were dried and hung on the city gate, they succumbed, knowing that death was no longer the most terrifying thing, but a kind of relief.

The snow began to fall again, and the light from the sky had quickly lost its color, reflecting a cold silvery gray in the dim light.

"Go forward! Kill the prairie people!"

"Kill the prairie people!"

"Go forward and kill the prairie people."

When the shouts gathered into a sound that shook the world, everything became not so scary, and they moved forward step by step. A black and boundless team composed of nearly 100,000 people. When there are too many people, even the most timid people will start to become fierce. What's more, these people hate the prairie people. The people from northwest China who took a bite showed the resentment and determination from the bottom of their hearts. Every tooth and head of an enemy who can make such a sound is dangerous. Here, they are no longer Think of yourself as a human being

Suddenly, a wave of people like a sea crashed into the wall of Dragonstone Castle, and the sound of killing spread loudly. Among them, the hostility of the Zambian people was almost solidified, "Pa! Pa! Pa!" On the city wall, rows of thousands of simple ladders were placed heavily against the frozen wall, and the Central Asians behind were pushed forward.

"Shoot!" Above Dragonstone Castle, the faces of the grassland army soldiers were extremely ugly, and there was a commotion. The archer who had already raised the bow and arrow in his hand was trembling slightly with his fingers pulling the bow string. Even the prairie people, in front of such a wave of people, showed a trace of trembling in their eyes under the thick helmets. The hand holding the prairie bow seemed to have a thousand pounds of gravity. , beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads. There were too many people below. Can this really be stopped? Dense clusters of arrows flew down from the top of Dragonstone Castle, and shot heavily into the flow of Zhongbia people below, like a bright and dazzling light spot. "Puff, puff, puff" sharp arrows shot into the city from all directions. The bodies of the crowded Central Asians, sharp arrows, even penetrated their skinny bodies, nailing them deeply under their feet. The blood on the wall bricks exploded like bright red plum blossoms in winter.

"Ah" the sound of a tragic arrow was heard, but soon it was drowned by the ferocious shouts from the battle formation. Countless people climbing the city wall had already rushed straight up, covering the ground with a crowd of people. , the long dragon spread, the distance quickly closed, and then, it collided!

The superiority of the Central Bians in numbers was quickly reflected at this moment. Even if the grassland people blocked the filling, they still could not stop the increase of the Central Bians on the city wall.

"Kill!" Zhao Qian climbed up the wall of Dragonstone Castle. In a panic, he pierced the sharp wooden stick in his hand into the stomach of a grassland army soldier. Human blood spattered to this northwest soldier for the first time. On the farmer's face, Zhao Qian's eyes turned red and he realized that this prairie man was already dead, and his body was covered in bloody flesh. He had been hacked countless times before he came up.

Zhao Qian gasped and took out the wooden stick. No matter how brave he was, it was his first time to kill someone.

"Attention, the prairie people are coming!"

While still in a daze, Zhao Qian heard shouts from his companions next to him, and then a large area of ​​bloody gas hit his face. Half of his companion's head flew away. In front of him were countless swords, and the prairie people fought back ferociously. Coming to kill, a group of prairie people wearing armor appeared from nowhere. When he came out, the scimitar in his hand viciously chopped down more than a dozen Central Bians to the ground, knocking the unprepared Central Bians backwards. One of the prairie men raised his scimitar and pointed towards Zhao, who was leaning against the wall. Zhao Qian slashed down with a burst of fire, and after Zhao Qian dodged, the scimitar struck the wall.

Bing Ning flew across and scratched Zhao Qian's face. The prairie man smiled ferociously and pulled the blade back hard. He wanted to cut again, but Zhao Qian grabbed his hand.

“Fuck you bitches!

Zhao Qian didn't know where he got the strength from, and he knocked the grassland man to the ground with his arms. The scimitar fell to the ground. The two of them were entangled and tearing on the ground, and other Central Asians around him also He rushed over like crazy, and other prairie people had to push forward. Zhao Qian hugged the prairie man and punched him twice hard, and the other person also punched him. When he hugged the man tightly, he saw the man's face in front of him. Zhao Qian's vision swayed, and he opened his mouth and bit the opponent's head directly. "Pfft" Zhao Qian could only feel the smell of blood in his mouth. With a sudden force, he tore off half of the prairie man's face.

The man screamed and struggled ferociously. Zhao Qian raised his head and banged him twice. Then he casually picked up the scimitar that had fallen nearby, pierced it into the man's stomach, and then moved toward him again. He stabbed Zhao Qian in the neck, stirring up hot human blood and immediately pouring it all over Zhao Qian's body.

At this moment, his body was as bloody and ferocious as an evil ghost.

"Lord Gulie is dead! Lord Gulie was killed by the Zhongbia people!" Zhao Qian did not notice that the grassland people who were fighting nearby had begun to retreat, and everyone looked at him with fear, and even couldn't bear it. After taking half a step back, he suddenly started to turn around and run away. At this moment, not only Zhao Qian was stunned, but also the other Central and Bian people who were still fighting in the bloody battle were stunned.

Zhao Qian did not know that he had inadvertently killed Gu Lie, the chief of the Anta tribe and one of the allies of the Fengtai tribe among the grassland people. This was also the first time that the grassland people were killed by the Central Bians since they went south. The dead leader of a wealthy clan, but for the first time after actually killing someone, Zhao Qian felt that the blood on his body was no longer sticky to the touch. He even longed for the breath of blood. Only the blood spurting from the bodies of these prairie people could alleviate the hatred in his heart. Carrying the scimitar that represented the identity of the leader of the Anta tribe, Zhao Qian got up and continued to rush forward with his companions.

For the first time, Zhao Qian and other Central and African people believed that the grassland people were not terrible, and were also afraid of death. Otherwise, why would they run away!

"Sir, the right line of the Anta tribe's defense has been breached!" A grassland soldier reported in a deep voice to the frowning Fengtai tribe leader Meng Lie. Even he had seen such a tragic siege for the first time. , what tactics, etc., are constantly impacting like a sea wave. In front of the Central Bians, they have lost their effectiveness. I don’t know where so many Central Bians came from. Although the combat effectiveness of the grassland people’s army is obviously better than these Central Bians, they are not afraid of death when encountering such people. Yes, even the elite combat power cannot bear it.

"What is Gu Lie doing?" Mongolian Lie asked through gritted teeth with a livid face.

"Master Gulie was killed by a Central Asian!" the grassland soldier who reported the report said with an ugly face.

"What, Gu Lie is dead!" Mongolian lie's face changed, his lips trembled and he wanted to say something, but in the end he punched the city wall hard. This battle has gone beyond what he heard. If he knew what was behind the Long family There are so many Central Asians, I shouldn’t stay here

It has turned into a war of attrition. The weapons of both sides are exchanged with each other, making an unpleasant metal creaking sound, and then they are pulled out with blood. Often a grassland man can kill three to four Zhongbi people, but the Zhongbi people who have climbed over the city wall The demi-human seemed to never die. Although the scimitar in the hands of the prairie people was sharp, it would become dull after cutting several people in a row. The human blood flowing from the edge of the knife made the sword not specially designed The handle of the knife becomes slippery

For the first time, the grassland people discovered that the Central Asians were so terrifying.

They have seen wild beasts, but they found that these Central Asians are more terrifying than the beasts on the grassland. Who has seen these Central Asians who are so emaciated that even if they are cut with a knife, they will make the sound of bones getting stuck. , whenever blood is seen, those eyes will flash with a penetrating red light, and there will be unexplained words in the mouth. So-called shouting, he rushed forward like crazy and ignored his neck, clamped his neck hard with his thin pole-like hands, and pressed on it with his thin body, while the Central and Bian people who rushed up from behind directly used their The sharpened wooden stick pierced both of them fiercely, completely ignoring the scimitar stuck in the bones.

This is no longer a human being. The grassland people believe in immortality and ghosts, but the Central Bian people in front of them, with their terrifying skeleton-like appearance and their fearless behavior of life and death, are simply legendary bloodthirsty monsters. I am not fighting against the Central Asians, but against a group of monsters! Even the prairie people began to feel cold in their hearts at this moment. How could people defeat monsters?

"Kill them, they are just some Central Asians, what's there to be afraid of!" The grassland centurion's shout seemed pale and feeble at this moment. Compared with the brutal attack on the city wall, Dragonstone Castle, which was the focus of the attack, was At the door, the mutilated corpses of Central Asians were piled up layer after layer, and blood soaked the bricks and stones under their feet.

Beneath Dragonstone

Long Po was riding on the stick, his sharp eyes becoming more and more solemn. The Long family generals behind him also had silent expressions. The first wave of 100,000 people had already died, and now it was the second wave who were fighting on the city wall. What is climbing is the third wave, hundreds of thousands of Central Asians, gathering into an endless ocean, the main force of the Long family, They were attacking the Hengmen. Because it was too bulky, the large ram used to attack the Hengmen of Dragonstone was squeezed heavily and irregularly on the narrow suspension bridge, making an overwhelming creaking sound that made people feel uncomfortable. I was very worried that the suspension bridge would collapse under the heavy load. The arrows from the prairie people from above cost the Long family army a considerable price.

"Master, should you withdraw first..." A general from the Long family said with an unbearable expression.

"We can't let people die in vain!" Long Po waved his hand with a stern face, stopping the general's suggestion. Only by opening the horizontal gate of Dragonstone Castle can he truly take the initiative in this battle and attack. Although the refugees in the northwest of the city were able to temporarily gain the upper hand, they had to climb over the city wall, which restricted the investment of more troops. It took a full ten minutes to attack the city before they passed outside Dragonstone Castle under the eager eyes of everyone. suspension bridge 8